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Scattering

“In one of those stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night. And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend…I shall not leave you.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

“Aim for the moon. If you miss, you may hit a star.”
– W. Clement Stone

“Here is my secret. It’s quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

Scattering

Every new

Moon

I curl up

In my

Curvaceous

Crescent

Encircled

By each

Starry night

Celestial dreams

Await me

There is no man

Here

I control

The ebb

And flow

Of the

Seas

I watch

Over your

Attempts

To comprehend

Me

To encapsulate

Into ode

Or song

It is difficult

When you

Haven’t

The language

Of the

Universe

Bemused

My laughter

Scatters

Stardust

Bisous,

Léa

Today’s plan of attack!

“Hold fast to dreams for when dreams go life is a barren field frozen with snow.”   –  Langston Hughes

“And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.”  –  Bram Stoker

               *

Today’s plan of attack!

Despite my efforts

Making friends with

L’hiver

Cold melds to my body

Like plastic wrap – suffocating

It permeates flesh

Seeping into bone

La neige menace – caché

Masking the landscape – j’adore

Lovely to look at

Cuddled up by the fire

Infinite cups of café

Perhaps a drop of cognac? – medicinally of course

Plunging into my book – du jour

Hibernation of the finest kind

Happily remaining till spring

 

*

Bisous, 

Léa

The shape of my dream is…

“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” – Oscar Wilde

 

“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.”   – Langston Hughes

 

“I dream my painting and I paint my dream.”   – Vincent van Gogh

 

*

 

The shape of my dream is…

The only constant

Change

Dreaming is

Catching mercury

In my hands

Hanging on to each

Particle

Dreams are like

Time

Suspended vapor

Fluid that rushes forth

Pretends to stand still

Carrying me where

I know not

Chagall-esque

Silhouette of a dream

Ever moving – cloudlike

Le masque

Summons potential

To sleep – perchance

Another dimension

Dreaming

Carnaval de la vie

*

Bisous,

Léa

It’s in the air

“In small towns people scent the wind with noses of uncommon keenness.”  –  Stephen King

 

“The scent of wine, oh how much more agreeable, laughing, praying, celestial and delicious it is than that of oil!”   –  Francois Rabelais

It’s in the air

Les pins

Sentinels

Watching over

Mon village

Old enough

To know all

Our secrets

Wise enough

To keep them

Le vent

Scatters leaves

Blending

Avec lavande

Romaire et

Autre fleures de saison

Intoxicating fragrance

New wine

Unique the perfume

Permeates

Les corbières

Lingers in my

Clothing

Scents my bedding

And my dreams

*

Bisous,

Léa

changement de saison

“In the depth of winter, I learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”  

–       Albert Camus

*

changement de saison

colours bleed

from my pallet

mimic the leaves

of the vineyards

sunlight creeps into

my window

seconds later

each morning

you can feel it

in the air

pas froid

yet not as it was

le plage

occupé

tourists tenuously grasp

vacations shimmering moments

memories and souvenirs

postcards, sunburns

fondu comme nos

empreintes

dans le sable

*

bisous,

léa

Donnez-moi

“A woman is more beautiful than the world in which I live; and so I close my eyes.”   –  Paul Éluard

 

“Larmes sont les pétals  du coeur.”  /  “Tears are the petals of the heart.” 

– Paul Éluard

 

 

Donnez-moi

Un homme

Whose tongue

Drips with honey

Éluard has had

His way

Avec moi

À plusieurs reprises

Verse that

Strips me naked

And leaves me

Pleading for

More

My knees

Wobble

Each breath

A labored

Entreaty

Even my

Sixth sense

Pushed to its

limits

Addicted to

Pleasure

Donnez-moi

Donnez-moi

Spent

I luxuriate

As his presence

Lingers

A prelude

Pour des rêves

*

Bisous,

Léa

thief

“Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?”   –  Alfred Lord Tennyson

 

“I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can play together all night.”   –  Bill Watterson

 

“Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.”   –  Henry David Thoreau

*

thief

for that is what

you are

entering

unobserved

stealing my thoughts

having your way with them

*

the nights

are the hardest

in your absence

pillows cannot

caress me

their support fails

*

running rampant

through my dreams

always three

dimensional

i feel the

roughness of

your hands

 *

your voice reverberates

in whispers and moans

and at times I marvel

as your warmth

penetrates my

dreams

*

bisous,

léa

il vit dans la lune / he lives in the moon

“Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.”                  –  Buddha

 

“There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.                       –  George Carlin

 

“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”      –       Anton Chekhov

 

il vit dans la lune / he lives in the moon

a man in the moon?

or so they

tell us in

rhyme and

verse

*

so be it

i shall

go to him

in the dark

a pilgrimage

*

finding solace

in each of his forms

devotedly he returns

watching over me

in slumber

*

dreaming peacefully,

breath comes soft and easy

in benediction

he showers me

with stars

*

Bisous,

Léa

Le Rêve

“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest.”  – Oscar Wilde

“All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.”  – T. E. Lawrence

“The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.”  – Khalil Gibran

le rêve

what is?

what was

the dream?

did it look

feel

taste

like this?

was it here?

were these people

in the dream?

since earliest

childhood

i knew that i

needed to leave

needed out

escape?

NO, to be where

i BELONGED

for the very

first time

along the way

there was some travel

and existing in other states

california, new york even

the mid-west

summers in

canada

seattle and more

none of them were

home

later travels

to england

holland, belgium

thailand, vietnam

each filled with

delight and

wonder

albeit

lacking

throughout this

journey my

internal compass

drew me to

europe

was it because

roots were there

yet there never were

any roots

until

i came to

FRANCE

finding home

belonging

despite fledgling

tongue

a knowing

before i

arrived

coming home

dreams can

and do

come

true

*

bisous,

léa

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